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A/N- This is my first new story in months! This idea just popped into my head yesterday when I was amazingly bored because my best friend went away for two weeks. I can’t wait until she’s back! The name comes from one of my favorite books ever, Speak, which I highly recommend. I also recommend a Great and Terrible Beauty and Rebel Angels by Libba Bray, a great fantasy writer. Enjoy, and please review! I should be updating sometime next week, hopefully.

Summary- Lily survives the night Voldemort came, but has been in a coma for the past 21 years. When she awakes, Lily can’t remember a thing, and is sent to be taken care of by a Dr. Hermione Granger, who doesn’t know who she is. Slowly through flashbacks Lily learns who she is, there’s just one problem: a spell won’t let her tell anyone.

Disclaimer- Its Jo’s sandbox, I’m just playing in it. Chapter graphic by Radcliffe_Potterfan319

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Chapter One


Prologue
by ladyemma

I am running in a dark graveyard, panting heavily. I don’t know how long I’ve been running, or even really why, I just know that I can’t let the light close behind me catch up. Somehow I know that it’s bad.

I pause just for a moment to catch my breath, wiping away the sweat that covers my arms and neck that made my silk nightgown stick to my body before continuing to run. My throat is dry and screaming for water, but I have none. It has been long gone. The wind is strong and playing with my hair. I feel grateful for its coolness, but it feels almost as if it is trying to push me towards the light.

Great. Even the wind is against me. I trip over nothing. It seems that gravity is against me, too. I quickly get up and continue running, but it’s too late. I scream loudly as the light hits me.


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The light, that evil light, would not go away. Even with my eyes closed it was too bright. Wait a second. Why were my eyes closed? I hadn’t closed them, had I? I realized there were voices close by. I didn’t recognize any of them. Why were there people here? A moment before the graveyard had been empty - other than the dead bodies and me, of course. Had they come with the light? All this thinking was giving me a headache.

I listened more closely to what the voices were saying, but all I could make out was a loud buzz. It reminded me of a mosquito flying near your ear when you’re trying to sleep. No matter how many times you slap your ear, turn over, cover your head with a pillow, it just won’t go away. Oh, how annoying it was.

Not knowing to whom the voices belonged, or what they were saying, made me curious. I slowly opened my eyes; the brightness was too much, though, and I quickly shut them again. I waited for a couple of moments, watching the specks of light dance under my lids before trying again. This time I opened them more slowly, and it worked. I was in a bed in a room that was completely white. Even the three people in the room were wearing white. The lack of color frightened me.

“She’s awake!” one of the people - a man - exclaimed.

“Of course she’s awake, Jonathon. Didn’t you hear her scream?” a woman snapped.

“Of course I did, Sarah. It would be impossible to not have heard it, but she’s been asleep so long! It’s hard to believe she’s finally up,” Jonathon retaliated.

“Oh, stop squabbling! I swear, sometimes you two act like children. In case the two of you have forgotten, we have a patient to attend to,” a black woman scolded.

But before Jonathon and Sarah could defend themselves, another woman came in. She had light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Even if her teeth were crooked, even if she was dressed entirely in the dreaded white, even if she looked a little bossy, I couldn’t help notice her smile. She had a nice smile.

“I’m sorry I’m late! I had to take my friend’s daughter to the doctor. Bethany told me you were all in here,” the woman gasped. It looked as if she had been running; that made me like her more I did the others.

“It’s alright, Healer Granger,” the black woman said, speaking for the ones already assembled. I noticed that Healer Granger was the only person in the room who wasn’t on first name basis with the other doctors (I assumed they were doctors anyway). I wondered why.

“What’s your name, dear?” It took me a moment to realize that Sarah was talking to me. What was my name? I thought deeply for a moment, but my mind was blank. I started to freak out a little inside. Why couldn’t I remember anything other than running away from the light?

“I don’t know,” I croaked. It took all my effort not to cry from my frustration and fear.

“My! We’ve got an amnesia patient!” the black woman exclaimed.

“Cool! I’ve always wanted one,” Jonathon said, rubbing his hands together and looking excited. What was I – a duck? I hated being talked about in front of my face like I wasn’t there. I was about to say something snappy and witty, but the black lady beat me to it.

“Shut up, Jonathon. Healer Granger, I believe I have a new assignment for you,” the black woman said, turning to the brown-haired doctor. I saw a mixture of excitement and fear on Healer Granger’s face. Why would she be afraid?

“You are to take our patient home with you, Healer Granger. You are going to try to help her regain her memory.”




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